Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Have you found her?” Allen questioned the man who stood behind him. The man shook his head, not saying anything but Allen had realised what he was trying to say.

“So… You still haven't found her yet.” He murmured softly, turning around to stare at the windows. He stood up, crouching a little bit over the table, then suddenly, he swept everything off the table with his hands, slamming them on the bare table.

“It has been one week and yet you still haven't found her!” Allen's voice was a low growl as he stood there, seething with frustration. His fists clenched, his knuckles white as he glared at the man who dared to deliver the bad news. The room was eerily silent, the remnants of the objects he'd swept off the table scattered across the floor.

“Do you not understand what is at stake here?” Allen took a deep breath and said calmly, glancing at the man who shrunk even further. It was no news to them how wicked and ruthless Allen was. Even now, he was trying to silence a wom